Today is December 4, 2012. I almost missed its significance, if not for my beautiful and deeply spiritual friend, Ann Albers who sent me a "Happy Anniversary" email this morning. (Please visit her beautiful and inspiring website www.visionsofheaven.com.)

Today marks my eighteenth year of channeling Dr. Peebles for the very first time. It's almost hard to believe that it has been that many years!

Here's what happened on that fateful day of December 4, 1994. Up until then, I had unsuccessfully attempted to channel Dr. Peebles during nearly seven committed years of practice, practice, practice. Oh yes, I had amazing spiritual experiences, awakenings, contact with beings of all sorts. In fact, just days before I had been visited by a tall group of beautiful and benevolent extraterrestrials who had performed some kind of surgery on my back. (That's a whole other story.)

Not that the "surgery" had helped anything. I had been lethargic, and miserable for months. I had carried excruciating pain between my shoulder blades for the last fifteen years, and on the morning of December 4, it had increased to the point where it was nearly unbearable. I was finally convinced I must be suffering from cancer or some other terrible disease. But I chose not to seek medical attention for it that morning, since I'd already spent thousands of dollars on chiropractors, acupuncturists, and emergency wards in hospitals hoping to find a diagnosis and a cure, all to no avail. The pain felt like a palm-sized pad of needles was constantly pushing into my spine. X-rays revealed nothing. Natural therapies provided only temporary relief.

It was 11:00am and I was not yet out of my bathrobe. I complained quite hysterically about my pain. My husband, Mack (not his real name) was less than sympathetic.

"Why don't you go into the bedroom and meditate?" he grumbled at me.

Although I knew he just wanted me out of his hair, I did as I was told, and went into the bedroom, now not only in physical agony, but emotionally charged with anger. I plopped myself down in my rocking chair and said aloud, with my eyes open, "Spirit, if you exist, then I need your help! I want to be healed, and I want to be healed now!"

I heard a voice, "Go get Mack and bring him into the room. Doctor's orders."

I was outraged! Go get the very person who was most unsympathetic to my experience? Go get the person whose physical abuse of me for the past five years was probably the very reason for my agony today? Go get the person who was bound to laugh at me in mockery when I asked for his assistance?

Typical me: I did it. (As Dr. Peebles has said, "Summer is the greatest one to resist, and the greatest one to surrender to her greatest resistance.")

"Uh, I need you to come here for a moment," I said to Mack. Then I rolled my eyes in disbelief, "I guess you're supposed to watch me meditate."

For some reason, this typically temperamental man complied. "Okay!" he said, bouncing out of his office chair and following me into the bedroom.

Once again, I plopped myself into the rocking chair.

"Okay, Spirit. Mack's here. I want to be healed now!" I said again.

Everything from this moment on happened quickly and unexpectedly.

The pain in my back suddenly tugged me backwards, my head fell back, my eyes closed, my neck stretched, and I felt an onslaught of tugs and pulls of the muscles in my throat and vocal cords. I heard Dr. Peebles' voice in my head saying his familiar greeting, "God bless you, Dr. Peebles here..." In an almost imperceptible thought I decided defiantly, "Fine! Go ahead and say it!"

I began to speak the words aloud, "God bless you..." and as I did there was a sudden surge of energy that jolted my body back, and then to an upright position. I felt lightheaded. I felt crazy. I felt afraid. But, I no longer wanted to resist the contact with Spirit, and it was in that moment that I completely surrendered control. Dr. Peebles quickly seized control of my lungs, my vocal cords, my lips, my mouth, my tongue...I was pushed back and away from my body, and Dr. Peebles proceeded to engage in an hour-long conversation with the much humbled and astonished Mack.

When I came out of trance, the pain that I had carried between my shoulder blades for fifteen years, was gone.

Mack's mouth was wide open. He was sitting forward on the edge of the bed staring at me. I laughed.

"Oh my God, I did it," I said, laughing and wiping the sweat from my brow. I stretched my arms over my head, pain free for the first time in fifteen years.

"Yeah, you did. That was amazing. You don't even know those things about me. It was as if Dr. Peebles was reading my diary," Mack said in total amazement.

And the rest is history. Or, "her" story, as the case may be.

Eighteen years and counting...of a match made in heaven. And, I'm certainly not talking about Mack and me. That relationship ended two years later.

Yeah, Dr. Peebles and I have had our struggles and our personal differences through the year. But, like any long term relationship, what would it be without growth? And, it's really not so bad having a boss who's an angel. :)

Please Read This Important Note:The interaction between you and Dr. Peebles today is a spiritual adventure, and I do hope that you enjoy it. The following disclaimer is intended to clarify a few points about the intended purpose of the guidance you may receive from Dr. Peebles. Dr. Peebles will answer questions on a variety of subjects, including health. He was a naturopath, and Civil War surgeon during his life on earth. But he obviously can't be considered a licensed physician from the other side. So please understand that any healing suggestions that he makes are from a spiritual perspective and they're in no way intended to replace the recommendations, advice, guidance, and prescriptions offered by your medical providers. Please use your own discretion and discernment regarding all matters discussed with Spirit, and any of the information received from Dr. Peebles. The way in which the information is received and applied in your life is, of course, your sole responsibility.